Date: Fri, 22 Oct 2010 03:38:40 +0100
From: Jake Williams <j.williams.nifty@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Sexual-Scheming' Chapter 1

This story is a work of fiction based loosely on my teenage years.
I welcome feedback, but understand and appreciate that this story is written
in the manner in which it is simply because that's my writing style.
Please respect that I do not wish for this story to be copied in any way,
shape or form.
Due to there being frequent male/male sexual contact, If you feel you are
not legally allowed to be reading this then please cease.

--Chapter 1--
It was one week into my new school, in a new country. I just started Year
10, making me 15. I moved here without any sexual experience whatsoever,
never being kissed, I did hold a girl's hand once but then again who hasn't.
I made a decision on the plane flight over here, and that decision was to
explore things, and to try things. Knowing that I spent most of last year
being allowing my aroused mind to wander about guys I knew, I found myself
not minding that at all.

My appearance has changed somewhat over the past year or so, I'm around 5"
5, 55ish kgs, blonde hair, with green eyes. I'm slim due to my metabolism
and I'm always smiling. No other major physical features come to mind at
this point.

I spent most of my time with Peter in the beginning of the term, he was new
to the school as well and we did that thing all new people do in schools,
cling together for a while, until we find our feet. He was just a couple
inches taller than me, blondish brownish hair, light brown eyes, slight rosy
cheeks. He wasn't really an athlete, but since he loved sports and spent
most of his time being active he was in good shape. It was safe to say I
thought about his body all the time, and devised a plan to have some fun
with him.

I spent most of that school day staring out of windows and day dreaming,
thinking over what I wanted to achieve, and the steps I should take to do
this. By the end of the day I more or less had a rough plan, which filled me
with anxiety and excitement.
I met up with him at the end of the day, ready for our cycle ride home,
"Alright Pete, how's it going?"
As I said this I put my hand on his shoulder as I walked over to him.
Increased physical contact, even as trivial as it may seem, is part of the
plan, I want him to get used to it, get comfortable with it, expect it.
He smiles at me and says,
"Yeah not too bad thanks, you ready to go?"
I glance at him and reply,
"Well yeah, but you know how I was late this morning.. well I kinda blew my
tire on something on the way to school this morning."
He begins to reply but I want to finish before he has a chance to say
anything,
"So I was wondering if you could give me a ride back since my mum can't pick
me or my bike up today cos the cars getting redone. Plus, I can't really be
fucked to take the bus." I grin as I finish my sentence, attempting to
encourage him to view this subject light heartedly.
Which he does, he smiles again and says, "Don't even worry about it man, hop
on the back."
I climb on the the little metal bit above his back tire, and I notice he's
still wearing his backpack as I get on. Creating a barrier between the two
of us, which is not what I want at all.
As said to him, "Do you mind if i carried your bag so I could have more
room?"
He nods briefly, half distracted by a couple people in our form waving
goodbye as he says, "Ah, yeah course." As he hands me his bag.

I threw his bag around my back on top of mine, not really minding the weight
since it was only a few books between the two of us, as I shuffled slightly
along to be closer to him. I could smell his mix of his deodorant,
aftershave and that guy smell, breathing deeply I smiled. After a couple
awkward attempts to get us going, we were off through the gates and well on
our way back to our neighbourhood, it wasn't too bad of a cycle ride, though
it did get tedious to do it twice each day. We chatted casually about random
things, still kinda getting to know each other.

I thought now would be a good time to implement the second part of my plan,
which was to in a way break the ice. And this part of the plan is what I
spent most of the day thinking up, it needed to be a story which allowed him
to feel comfortable talking about things, like our bodies, like our sexual
experiences. Cos I thought, nothing will ever happen, friendly or more if he
is at the very least doubting whether I was comfortable with it. But for
some reason I thought it had to make him laugh, so that he would associate
those topics with either just having a laugh or just having a good time,
rather than it being awkward or anything else similar. An incident over the
weekend suited perfectly for this. I took a breath, and began stage two.

I said to him, "Pete did I tell you what happened to me over the weekend?"
He was like, "Well you told me what you did over the weekend, but I can't
really remember you telling me anything specific.."
I smiled, deliberately, wanting the smile to be heard in my voice, "Yeh,
well I was just watching TV in the lounge, and I heard my brother Matthew.."
He interrupted by asking, "That's your older brother right?"
"Yeh, so I heard him on the phone outside, through the lounge window to one
of his mates back in London."
I paused for a moment as we went down a hill and the wind blowing through my
ears made it hard to hear anything. Once we were at the bottom he said,
"So, what was he saying?"
I continued, "He was laughing at his mate because from the sounds of it, his
friend heard that shaving his pubes would make his dick look bigger.."
He let out a little laugh, but I couldn't really tell what that meant, it
could easily have been a nervous laugh cos of the subject, but I thought at
least he wasn't repulsed or anything. I took this as encouragement and
started up again,
"So I thought to myself, does shaving your pubes really make your dick look
bigger, so I thought I'd give it a go n see what happened."
At this he laughed again, it sounded seemingly more genuine. Inspired and
smiling, I continued,
"So I went to the bathroom, took my electric razor, and kinda just started
shaving. Took me a while to get a hang of it, you know to get the bits
underneath?"
"Haha yeah I think I know what you mean."
"So anyway, having spent like ten minutes shaving the pubes around my dick,
and struggling to do the ones around my balls, there's a knock at the
door.."
"Shit.."
"Yeah, so it took me off guard and I kinda turned to face the door when I
heard the knock, and ended up cutting a lil into my thigh.."
"Fuuuuck.."
"So now I'm proper panicking, pubes are on the floor, my thigh has a lil
drop of blood that just about to start to trickle down, there's another
knock on the door as I hear my mums voice saying 'Everything okay in there
Jake?' I panic some more, pulling my white boxers up, a small red stain
starts to form on the side.."
"Jake thats fucking crazy.."
"Haha, so I scramble a bit, grab the bundles of pubes on the floor, flush em
down the toilet, hide the razor, grab a towel and wrap it around myself and
answer the door. My mums like, 'Jake, didn't you hear me calling you,
dinner's ready.' I was like 'yeah thanks mum I'll be down in a bit' trying
too hard to sound normal but obviously sounding rushed. But she nods and
turns to leave, I don't think she noticed anything.."
"Jake thats so funny, it's one of things you expect to happen as well."
"Yeah, fucking lucky to be honest, when I closed the door n turned around to
make sure I've gotten rid of everything, there was a small trail of pubes
behind me, I can't believe she didn't notice anything."
He laughs for a good few minutes then says, "Mate I need to think of a
nickname for you now that you have a bald dick."
Happily surprised by his reaction to the story, I laugh at his humour as I
remember part one of the plan.
I decide to taunt him n say "You wouldn't dare!" as I poke his sides and
move closer towards him so that my chest kinda leans on his back. He laughs
n squirms n calls me a cunt and a bastard as he cycles with one hand, trying
to defend himself with the other. Eager to accelerate the plan I decide to
lower my hands on his sides where I'm poking n prodding him, lift up his
shirt and do it on his bare skin. He squirms more as my fingers jab into his
sides, trying their most to savour being in contact with his warm soft skin.
I feel my dick get hard in my trousers. I notice that we're nearly there and
release him of his torment, and adjust myself.
He mentions that he'll he get me back for that attack, as we both laugh
recalling my story, which was actually true.

We get to his house first along the way, and he says,
"Did I tell you we got a trampoline built in the ground in our back garden,
it's massive! I'm gonna go on it everyday n get proper good."
"Thats amazing, how big is it?"
"I dno, maybe like four or five metres long.. Wanna chill for a bit n go on
it?"
Glad to be spending more time with him I readily agree, knowing that since
both my parents work that I got a few hours to myself. We go through his
house, both his parents being at work as well and him being an only child
meant we were alone in his house. We get a couple of drinks, drop off our
bags as we go into his garden. I see the blue rimmed circular trampoline
across the lawn, and walk towards genuinely impressed. I thought I should
probably take off my shoes to go on it, and began to untie them. I was
taking them off first since he was was still walking across behind me, and I
thought I would love to see his feet. Trainers, socks, arched feet, have
always been necessary features in my mind when I'm having a wank. I decide
to take off my socks too, thinking its more likely for him to if I do so
first, subconsciously setting bare feet as the requirement. He sits down
along side me, kicks off his black school shoes to reveal thin black socks
on his slender arched feet. My heart did a sort of leap, half in excitement
of his feet being so far so good, but also hoping that he'd take his socks
off. I shouldn't have worried, he slipped them off without a moments
hesitation to reveal perfect looking feet. He must have been about size
seven, perfect toes with lil blond hairs. I didn't get long to glance at
them, since he almost immediately dived onto the trampoline, shortly
followed by myself.

We jumped around for a while, attempting front flips n back flips, playing
games which mainly involved one of us sitting down in the middle, n the
other jumping around them trying to get them to fall over n lose their
balance. After about ten minutes or so, when I thought his guard would be
down, and out of breath from the activity I decided to provoke him so we
could wrestle a bit, maybe even get to feel him more. I just wanted to touch
him more. I waited till he stopped jumping n let the trampoline balance
itself out before I lunged at his legs knocking him down on the trampoline.
Not too hard for him to get angry or hurt. But with enough strength to get
him to retaliate. Which worked perfectly, he half shouted, half laughed,
'You lil prick!' as he began to fight back. I didn't have a clue how to get
the upper hand here, never being much of a physical fight kind of person. He
didn't seem to be much better, but he did have naturally bigger arms, n he
was taller and had the weight. We kept on thrashing around, I managed to
keep my hands on him most of the time, relishing in the skin contact on his
arms, and loving having the excuse of grabbing his thighs. But then as he
got the upper hand his knee pressed against my thigh, right where the lil
cut was from the other day sending a strangely blinding pain through me. I
didn't scream, but rather gasped  and groaned in agony allowing him to
realise I was in pain and climb off of me.

He held my shoulder and looked into my eyes with concern as he said,
"Jake you alright? I'm not sure how I could have hurt you.."
I put a brave smile on my face, it hurt, but it wasn't immensely painful, I
replied,
"Nah not your fault, just that stupid cut from the other day, it's so
fucking small but it hurts like a bitch.."
He laughed for a bit then said, "Is it bleeding again?"
At hearing his question I shoved one of my hands down the front of my
trousers, n pulled it back up to reveal some blood on my finger. With the
same look of concern on his face he said,
"Cmon, let's get inside, I'll get you a plaster, n you can borrow one of my
boxers, your mum might get suspicious if she finds one of your boxers
stained in blood." He smiled as he finished his sentence, I smiled too, his
was innocent, mine the complete opposite. As he climbed off the trampoline I
called out n said,
"I think you should piggy back me inside since you injured me!" He laughed n
replied,
"Pff, fine you lazy git." Which surprised me, not enough to question it
though. I climbed off, I moved behind him, he half turned his head round to
look at me as he shook his head still laughing. I put my arms around the
front of his neck and jumped, he caught my legs just above the back of me
knees, as we walked towards the house. At this point on the one hand I was
loving the closeness, his smell, his touch, his skin, but I didn't want to
get too excited at the risk of jeopardising this opportunity. But I couldn't
resist wrapping my legs around him and squeezing him, he called me a cunt as
we walking inside laughing. My hands could feel his chest, his breathing, he
felt so warm and soft. We got inside but he made no indication of dropping
me, he simply continued and walked towards the stairs. Up two fights of
spiral staircases and into the converted attic which was his room. I've only
been there once before, it was pretty much the same messy teenage guy's
room, posters of football/xbox games/girls, boxers/socks/tshirts littered
the floor. He threw me down on a bean bag and started fishing in his chest
of draws, he picked up a pair of ck briefs, threw them at me, shouted
something about getting a plaster as he left his room and jogged down the
hall n down the stairs. I considered the situation briefly, I could quickly
change into his briefs while he's gone, but that could get blood on his. I
could make an effort of putting it on carefully. But part two of the plan
was breaking the ice, and the sooner we get comfortable about seeing each
other naked the better. I waited until I heard him walking back up the
stairs before I unbuckled my belt and slipped my legs out of my trousers. I
was wearing black n white stripped boxers, happy that I chose to wear that
pair today. I waited until I heard his footsteps just outside the door
before I hook my thumbs into the front of my boxers and began to pull them
down. I was facing away from the door, I wanted him to look at me, and I
wanted him to want to look at me. I tried to do it slow enough so that he
noticed, either through intrigue or interest, but not too slow for him to
think I was actually coming on to him.

I kicked em off, turned around as I heard him said,
"I could only find disney themed plasters, I hope you don't mind." It was
hard to read his face, his expression had a mild element of shock at my
boldness, but also of curiosity. It was hard to tell if he minded or not,
even if he did, would he really start shouting and ranting about me having
my dick out. I didn't think so. I smiled warmly as I walked towards him and
said,
"Nah disney is cool." It was weird at this point, I felt like I needed to
fill this silence with something as I opened the plaster, I wanted him to
stay in front of me, be curious. I looked up at him and he was looking down,
I wasn't sure if he was looking at my dick, which has been semi at around
four n a bit inches since I slipped off my boxers. I said to him, with a
grin on my face,
"So, thought of a nickname for me and my 'bald dick' yet?" He laughed as he
looked down at my penis, it was as if I indirectly gave him permission to
look at it more openly since it was the topic of discussion. He gazed for a
moment as I unwrapped the plaster, as I realised that this was a perfect
moment for phase three of my plan.

To test the waters, but more crucially let him want to, not be convinced to.
So I 'accidentally' dropped the unwrapped plaster, he looked up at me for a
moment before bending down to get it. I moved my left leg a bit to the left,
towards him, and said,
"Do you mind putting it on, you'll have a better angle." What he did next I
found to be the most interesting, he said 'Sure' but sounded sort of out of
breath, which I couldn't read. He could either have been excited and/or
nervous about being near another guys dick, or just not care at all, perhaps
even hate it but not know how to get himself out of this situation without
losing face. He peeled back the two flaps, reached up, for a moment I
considered reaching down and stretching back my thigh to give him more room,
but I wanted him to, I wanted him to touch me.

His hand reached the top of my thigh, he brushed his fingers along my inner
thigh and I felt my dick swell, though I urged it to stop, still being
unsure as to where this situation could go. He pushed down the top half of
the plaster along the small cut, lined it up, held it down with one finger
from one hand and reached up to use his second hand to press it down. His
wrist brushed against my penis and I loved it as I felt that brief
electricity shiver through me. My dick was now more or less hard but not
quite at it's peak. He slid a finger along the length of the plaster to make
sure it was in place, as he did so, his hand moved backwards, meaning his
wrist did, meaning his wrist n arm rubbed the full length of my now hard 6
inch dick. He glanced at my dick, then back at me. I smiled and said, "Looks
bigger without pubes right?" He glanced back between my dick and my eyes,
grinned and nodded. I thought there wouldn't be a better opportunity than
now. I looked down at him and said, "I can help you shave yours off if you
like, I've had some practise now, and it'll be easier getting underneath.."
He considered my suggestion, and for a moment looked as if he was going to
decline but then I grabbed his hand and placed it just below my tummy, and
just above my dick and said, "Feel how smooth the skin is afterwards, makes
wanking feel amazing." His fingers gracefully explored that full area,
looking in awe and seemingly not confident enough to take my dick in his
hand. I thought I better make my move while he's touching me, ending it on
my terms would hopefully make him want to touch me more. I said to him,
"Cmon, wheres your razor?" He blinked for a second, smiled then said, "on
the shelf next to the sink." I walked over to the corner of his room with
his razor, walked back towards him, said to him, "It's better not to be
wearing anything, the pubes fly n get everywhere." Not necessarily true I
admit, but I had a chance to get him naked, and I definitely was going to
take it.

He slowly lifted up his shirt, as if he was still undecided be this, not
wanting him to back out I began to unbuckle his trousers, quickly enough to
get them down as as possible, but not too quickly for him to panic. I pulled
it through and threw it on the floor, unbuttoned the top button of his
trousers and pulled them and his briefs down in one go. He gasped at the
sudden nakedness he found himself in. I took my time taking this sight in.
His light brown nipples, the faint brown haired treasure trail, his dark
brown bush, his majestic semi erect penis at around five inches I would have
guessed, his two balls hanging underneath in their creamy coloured sac. I
thought if he's let me done this, then he's probably willing to let me do a
lot more. I grinned at him to reassure him of the situation as he smiled
bravely back at me, perhaps starting to feel awkward. I moved my hand
towards his penis and gently squeezed it in my palm, as I used my other hand
to do the same with his balls. I tried to sound innocent and casual as I
said, "Peter you have a good sized dick, and your balls are really heavy.
Your dick is going to look massive after this!" He let out a little laugh,
and I could help but think he stifled a moan as I held his balls and gently
rolled them around, as I rubbed my thumb back and forth along the length of
his growing penis. I told him to sit down on the edge of his bed, he did,
and I took the opportunity to get him to spread his legs nice n wide as I
truly absorbed this luxurious sight in front of me.

He laid back and closed his eyes as my hands simply touched him for a moment
before I let go to reach for a razor, not before quickly stealing a sneaky
photo of him with my blackberry. I wasted no time in holding his dick as I
began to shave his pubes, I was going to let this moment last. I wanted him
to want it to last. I got him to lift each leg at at time as I shaved around
his penis, never letting it go for too long. By now he was fully hard, maybe
just over six inches. I took my time shaving the hairs from his actual
penis, as I played with his foreskin with my other hand. I saw pre-cum
slowly oozing from the head of his dick as I used my thumb to smear it
around, hearing a very audible moan.

I was done, and he was smooth all over but that didn't mean I was done. I
dragged out shaving him for a few more minutes, wanting to get that bit more
horny, that bit more hard. I used the towel to brush off the hairs as he sat
up and wrested on his elbows still more or less laying back. I dropped the
towel, dropped the razor, and brought both hands to hes dick. One rubbing
the head, one the full length. I smiled to him as I said, "Feels better
without the pubes right?"

He smiled back and said, "Mate it feels fucking wonderful." I grinned at him
as got up and sat on his right side, I kept left hand on his dick. I loved
being left handed. I picked up his right hand and moved it to my dick as I
looked into his eyes with the same grin on my face. He gently squeezed my
dick as he slowly wanked me off, I tried my best to match his pace. After
about thirty seconds of this we were laying down his bed, with each others
dicks in each others hands, I also managed to manoever his right leg to
drape over mine, I loved the feeling of his slender muscly slightly hairy
legs rubbing against mine. The feeling in my dick was amazing, his hand was
so soft and it worked mine so hard. We both we wanking pretty hard and fast
by now. We were both using our free hands to explore each others bodies.
Mine on his balls, his on my tummy and chest. The heat from his dick was
exhilarating, feeling his arm nudge me after each wanking motion, hearing is
gloriously sexy moans, his breathing, his smell, I loved this moment. I
could hear his breath get shorter, and he managed to groan "I'm gonna cum!"
in between breaths before I increased the pressure on his dick and felt the
amazing sensation of another guy's penis erupt cum four or five times, which
lead me to have my own orgasm, five shots, all over our chest. We held and
slowly stroked each others dicks as they slowly came down from their
excitement, as our breathing calmed down. He was the first to speak,
"Absolutely, fucking, incredible."

I laughed, causing him to laugh as we let go of each other and merely let
our hands roam each others body's. It felt as if we had a mutual
understanding of what happened, no we weren't in love, no we weren't going
to make out, this was just two guys getting off, cos that's what hormonal
fifteen year olds do. Not that I would complain.

I glanced at my watch and realised that my dad would be home from work in
around a half an hour, leaving me littler time to get dressed n get home. I
rolled off the bed as I explained this to Peter, who thankfully seemed
normal, not freaking out about what happened or anything, I would even say
he was content. I slipped on the briefs he lent me, back into my school
uniform, he just threw back on his boxers as we both headed downstairs. I
grabbed my school bag, and headed outside to grab my shoes and socks. Peter
was still in the lounge so I thought I'd swap the socks we left outside,
just so I could have a little souvenir, I doubt he'd notice a difference in
plain black socks. I slipped them on and smiled as I noticed the smell and
felt myself get hard again. I headed back inside, he was just sitting on the
couch with his legs spread. God, he was so fucking sexy. I couldn't wait
till we had time for a second encounter. We exchanged goodbyes and I walked
home, very happy with the days progress and looking forward to the next few
weeks of school.

--End of Chapter One--